Time has an odd way of passing in
this city, I think. It doesn't bother to mark the days, or weeks, like more considerate cities persuade it to do. I could spend
foreverhere, and still think it wasn't a week from this moment.
Things have been fair, if
uneventful.
This pace will not continue, I think.
...
This format will not continue, I think. I have a
mistress for my words now, and it's time i realized why all this started.